I wake up every morning, and stare at the ceiling. The fan blades spin, but I feel no air hit my face. I sit up, and crawl out of bed...literally. I somehow get the strength to get up on my feet and walk to the covered window. I quickly open the pink curtains in one fast movement. Light quickly fills up the room. My dark, tired blue eyes instantly change to piercing blue as I stare out at my pool and volleyball net, and look past the forest surrounding the property. I slowly walk away from the window and walk to the closet and get dressed. I finish getting ready and lean against my bedroom door, knowing that I don't want to leave my room. All that is past my safe room is pain and lies. I take my hand off the doorknob, and walk back to my bed and check my phone. So many messages and missed calls wondering how I am, and wondering if I want to go out and party. I quickly throw my phone at my messy bed in anger. These people know I can't go out and party. They just torture and mock me. These people are my friends. I quickly walk out of my bedroom and walk down the long hallway. No one is home. I quietly scamper down the stairs to the main floor, prancing to the kitchen. I secretly hope my father would be there, but all I see is an empty chair in his place. I eat breakfast alone, and finally my step sister and step mother walk in. They tell me to do the dishes and other chores. I kindly do them, without whining. I scamper back up the stairs once I'm done, and lock myself in my room. I go on PIMD for a while, and finally get off and workout alone in my room doing P90X. My music blares as I listen to the beats. My whole room shakes, and I feel the most amazing feeling in the world. I feel free. My room is my only safe place to me. No cameras, no need for paranoia, no one watching my every move. Outside of this safe room, everything is different. Security cameras watch, people watch, everything and everyone is watching me, seeing if I mess up, or make a careless mistake. Whenever I leave my house, I am always looking over my shoulder. Looking for danger. I was taught young how to defend myself, and be independent when my father wasn't around. I had quickly grown used to it over the years of my short life. The day goes on, and I might go for a long run, or go to the track and practice pole vault. Sports take my mind of things. After my boring day, I come home and occasionaly find my dad waiting for me in the kitchen in his chair. He is a business man, and travels constantly. Sometimes, his fellow workers come over and we play cards, and I enjoy my time with my dad. I love him, and miss him all the time. The best part is when we take vacations. We usually go to Colorado and hike in the Rocky Mountains. I am blessed with something amazing; memory. I can recall things my parents don't even remember. I can remember numbers, addresses, definitions, you name it. This is why I make all A's. Some call it a gift, but it can also be a curse. Some things I wish to forget, will always be with me, inside my head. My dad says it is my cure, yet also my destruction to myself. This gift is my curse. I have many other issues. I have to constantly take vitamins because my body needs so much more nutrients than other people. I drink almost 5x as much water as regular people. I get headaches, stomach problems, allusions, blackouts, and so much more if I don't eat a lot or take vitamins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yea... So I promised my club that I would create a thread descibing how my life is, and about my medical things blah blah. If you read the whole thing, GOLD STAR FOR YOU! Love you guys!!!
That's not even the whole story it would be so long if I wrote it all... Annnndddd now it dies, and sinks to the grave of "dead threads" lol